#actuallyprophet

Are there any #actuallydivine prophets left? Surely we didnt all disappear and some of us are still identifying how we did, and maybe just dont have the outlet and community we used to?

I believed slowly. A revelation like breaking glass. A feeling like waking. Not unwarming, not comforting. (Belief should not be gentle.) I felt the heat in my palms. Wiped the ash from my eyes. A heartbeat like a hymn. A love like prayer. Where do I go to find a god that looks like me? Where do I go to dust off my bones? I am not an artefact, I am valuable without being buried.

I know God is gay. I know because he fucked me with no apologies afterwards. He took me by the throat and told me that if loving me was a sin He would willingly go to the hell of his own making. Don't assume I'm naive If there is a God I want them to look like me With all my confusion and longing unhidden and uncondemned.

I am still finding my Gods. I keep unearthing them in the soil where I was born. I do not always know their names but they wait for me nevertheless and have not abandoned me. I have not made an oath of silence and I whisper all my secrets into their neck and they whisper back "IamhereIhavealwaysbeenhere-"

We can await our orders and never rest, drinking our libations since our Gods/Lovers are in our blood. When did my prayer become a vigil? I scrawl lamentations into our altars foundations, always the same "Come back, come back to me." I may not be eternal but I am spiteful. I will wait for you, like it or not.

This is my God she said. I have claimed him. See how his love follows me? See how he turns his face to mine; like I am the sun and he is blooming?

First there was the raging sea Plunging my hands into it Scouring them with salt Forgetting my own voice Becoming a wild thing. Then there was the house Standing as it did in my dream The crows populating The rotting rooms. It stood alone and alone and alone, I walked it in another world I walked it here too. I dream odd and wondrous things. Gods whisper I do not answer but i listen.

I built a temple last night as the moonlight cast no judgement. I built it with my own two hands got it's grit under my nails bled for it like you should bleed for anything holy. It wasn't easy it cost my breath it took my time it isn't simple to learn how to build. I call my temple a mirror I am my own God My own congregation My own worship.